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A whoosh of wind raised the skirt of my dress, and I suddenly realised he could see everything since I’d gone commando.
Under the dim lights, his eyes grew heavy with lust as I stepped down.
I couldn’t even have recited the alphabet if I tried. My brain had turned to sludge, and it was like crackling electrodes had connected the air between us.
His tongue swept over his lips, and he puffed as though frustrated by something.
As he gazed deep into my eyes, he pulled me in and held me tight, as if his life depended on it. My chest squashed against his solid six-pack.
His hot, moist lips pressed against mine, and I left my body.
Clutching my waist, he kept pressing our bodies together to keep me there.
As if I’d run? Not with those burning, full lips caressing my mouth like it was something X-rated. Especially as his hands explored my body.
I felt his dick lengthen against my stomach. Such was our tight embrace his throbbing bulge matched the aching pulse between my thighs.
As I shivered in his arms, his tongue penetrated through my parted lips and danced with my tongue for a hot, hungry kiss.
Heavy breathing filled the space between us like we were already fucking.
That kiss lasted forever, as we explored each other’s lips like every little kink and curve revealed something new. His fingers walked over my hips and clutched my arse, squeezing at it.
“You forgot to dress, I see.” His steamy breath massaged my neck.
“I rarely wear panties,” I said.
He grunted. “I wish you hadn’t done that.”
I studied him with a smile. “Done what?”
“Shown me your arse.”
“Why? Did it offend you?” I teased.
“Quite the opposite.”
I wanted him to admit to being driven wild with lust. Not that I climbed the ladder to provoke him or anything. I didn’t expect him to be standing underneath. If anything, I felt a little embarrassed.
And a tinge hot. Okay, maybe blazing hot from how his eyes seemed to burn for me.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ran my tongue over my lips.
“What I’d like to do to you needs a bed.”
“We’ve got a lot of those here.”
He pulled me in tightly and kissed me, or I should say gorged on my lips as though starving for them.
He fondled my breasts. “Gorgeous tits.”
“They’re on the small side.”
He lurched his head back and frowned. “Are you kidding? They’re fucking perfect.” He ran his hands over the fabric, and my nipples puckered, screaming for his mouth. “They’re big enough. I don’t like big tits.”
I frowned. “All men like big tits.”
“That’s crap. I’m a man, and I talk with my mates.”
